It's A Gray Morning

I guess I just have to make the best of it

It’s a gray morning

The rains pouring

Clouds soaring above my head

Dark purple, my eyes are red

I’ve come to realize I’ve been force-fed

The bullshit lies from other guys eyes, meant to see things their way

Determined to stay true to my goals and the people I love

The cold ground below me and the sorrowful skies above

Small fries like me burn up quickly, like a small fries at Micky-D's

I feel sickly

My snot thickly being coughed from my lungs, sour

Feeling pain every hour, emotional and physical

No power, I’m a coward, but I allow the suffering to be felt, understood

I’m a critical, cynical loser, but I can still do some good

Bruise my body and scar my brain

But it’s insane to think I can just give up

The times I try are never enough, but I do the best I can

Learning to stand to be the man everyone said ran away, but I stood my ground

I found meaning in my existence, resistance is futile, so I must be a disobedient child

I spit my hot bile into the sink, f**k my flaking skin, I don’t mind looking pink

Need to think of the missing link that can save my family from trauma

At least I’m Canadian and don’t have to pay for medical bills, thanks Obama

I add comma’s for extra effort and effect, is it working yet?

Gotta keep living, laugh even if it isn’t correct

I don’t make penis jokes, I’m above that age

But I’d like to erect a tall shaft for everyone who wants to collapse under the weight of pain

I find myself missing the mundane when it’s so depressing that pressing my a*s off the hot pavement

And into the grass is moving just too much mass and I have to pass

I’m all out of gas unless you consider farts, and even worse

Jokes that will leave a funny smell in your mouth

Yes, they’re that s****y

Rain falls from the sky like tears from my eye

Rained down from above hatred no love

But at least I can make the best of a bad situation

And if I’m patient, I can rebuild, and fulfill the waste of life that I have

And continue to be there for the people that are all that I have

I guess a gray morning is still another morning

Forming a brighter tomorrow, there will be light in exchange for our sorrow

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[wordman]

it is surely a gray morning my friend,it surely is

[Zoya]

Ah, as it nears the end...the pace of the poem increases. It became really positive and motivating, too, towards the end. Life is all about getting up after the fall...The ones who are able to do so, are undoubtedly the strongest. Well written!

[Jackie]

Interesting. Write.. Thanks for posting

[Nikolean]

Hm, an interesting poem, though I might suggest making different stanzas? It may seem small but it does a wonder for organization and can give a sense of breadth to the poem. However, I liked how the poem was a free-flowing prose and the imagery was well described. I also liked the humor- giving thanks for being Canadian so you don't have to pay medical bills (I'm Canadian mind you- it was interesting to see the subject appear here).

I liked the writing- keep up the good work